Chapter 1238 Juanzi Is Still Alive

He wanted to pick up the note, but his hands were shaking so much that he failed several times.

Ning Wanwan picked up the note and gently placed it in Mr. Bai's hand.

He trembled and stroked it again and again, convinced that it was the reply he had given to the woman that year, and shook his head in disbelief: "How could it be... How could it appear here?! I clearly... gave it to her! I gave it to her personally! How could it be? How could it be?!"

Ning Wanwan was unaware: "I saw this note when I was very young, and it was kept in my grandmother's favorite box. After listening to my sister's story last time, we all felt that there must have been a big misunderstanding back then! For example, the massacre of the village... For example, the note... If I guessed correctly, Juanzi, who saved Grandpa, is still alive now."

Hearing this, Mr. Bai's eyes lit up. Although he had the answer in his heart, he still looked at Wanwan with hope.

Under the old man's gaze, Ning Wanwan nodded: "It's grandma!"

Bang——

Mr. Bai's hand seemed to have been drained of all its strength, and it slammed on the table, making a loud noise.

"Grandpa!" Ning Wanwan wanted to go over to check if Mr. Bai was injured? Unexpectedly, the other party withdrew his hand, picked up his crutches neatly, and was about to walk out.

Just after getting up, he stood in the same place again, staring at a certain direction upstairs, and there was no movement.

At this time, Ning Hui... should be asleep, right?

Regarding this matter, Mr. Bai wanted to know the answer immediately! But considering Ning Hui's health, he finally did not speak, sat down heavily, and sighed.

"Grandpa..."

Grandpa Bai said solemnly: "When we first met, I felt that she looked familiar, but I didn't know where I had seen her before... Decades have passed, and she and I have long since changed. We are no longer the same as we were back then... She even changed her name. I guess... she hates me, right?"

"Hate?" Ning Wanwan didn't understand, "Why hate?"

Grandpa Bai had tears in his eyes: "It was me who caused her family to be destroyed... If she hadn't saved me, she..."

Ning Wanwan shook her head: "Grandpa, you should ask grandma about these things in person, and don't make your own conclusions." She looked at the time, "Grandma just drank milk, and she must not be asleep now. If it's grandpa... I'll go ask grandma?"

Grandpa Bai stared, but didn't answer, but the emotions in his eyes still made Ning Wanwan see the four words "hometown timidity".

If nothing unexpected happens, Grandpa Bai really wants to talk to grandma, but out of guilt for the massacre of the village that year, he really doesn't dare to speak.

But as my sister said, so many years have passed, how much time do the two old people have to wait for the misunderstanding to be cleared up? Sometimes, you have to push when you need to. Otherwise, if you keep dragging your feet, will you take the truth into the coffin?

Thinking of this, Ning Wanwan didn't hesitate and turned around and ran upstairs.

Seeing Wanwan leave, Mr. Bai opened his mouth, but didn't say anything to stop him. After thinking for a few seconds, he leaned on his crutches and walked heavily to the living room step by step.

He sat quietly on the sofa. Although he was old, his years of military experience made him stand straight at any time.

He crossed his hands on the crutches. I don't know what he was thinking about, but his fingertips were trembling slightly.

After a while, Wanwan helped Ning Hui, who was shocked, to the living room.